There are days when I am weary because of my youngest. The pre-teen years have not been easy ones and seeing as the sulky behavior started at about nine and a half, ugh, I’m exhausted.
Yesterday Matthew was off for “Family Day”. So we slept in a little later than usual, toodled around and decided a movie was in order. Bean was staying home sick for a 3rd day and we left her asleep. Berry was set to go with us until I declared that we weren’t getting popcorn and candy for a ten a.m. movie. She decided to stay at home. Matthew and I saw “Avengers”, ate lunch at Macaroni Grill, did some toodling around in Bed, Bath, & Beyond, went to the grocery store, Trader Joe’s, Starbucks for our Coconut Mocha Frappe and then home.
Berry had a surprise waiting for us. She had cleaned the office, the kitchen, and the dining room. She was happy all day, played outside, made new friends. Then she came in and discovered that I wasn’t cooking, there were too many leftovers that needed to be eaten, enter petulance. Instead of eating the leftovers, she and her sister had a grilled cheese and soup.
All last week we planned to take an outing to the beach this weekend, however it doesn’t seem that the weather is going to cooperate at all. Today our temps aren’t supposed to go above the mid 60′s and I am not going to the beach to be cold and miserable. When she got up this morning I let her know that it didn’t look like it was going to be a good day for the beach. You would have though that a nuclear bomb had just gone off in her world.
Maybe that is what it felt like. I remember disappointments in my childhood that left me a little more than rocked. However, it is very wearing on my thin nerves. I wish I had a flack jacket for them.
We will try to repair some of the disappointment with a trip to the botanical gardens and maybe some grilling and s’mores tonight. Of course Matthew and I may wish that we had left them at home if the flowers and trees don’t do their trick of calming!